Bloody Revenge

The blooded scream was an entrée
A mere hint to my battered mind
She Knows knew better than I
Pushed did she
Break did I

My suffering...sweet it is
For I recall revenge
Cold and fulfilling
Flickered images on my retina
This is the way of things....

For four year you stole my seed
Years of my life I will never see
For I have buried most of it deep
Except this one piece
Rising from the flotsam that is my hell
Of tales dark it comes to tell
Of sweet suffering, mine to sell
Do you enjoy the treasure I give?
Does it fill you, make you whole?
Is it the fact it's me that tempts you?
That's it sister... think on that!
Think long and hard as I enter you
For the last time
Not for you, no not this
This is for stealing my bliss
Does that feel good?
No
Hurts a little does it?
Good
Think on that bitch!
Think on that in triplicate
You may grasp an iota of my hurt
The bloodied mess that is my mind
The bloody mess I'll leave behind
You see it don't you,
For you say not one word
Eyes dilated in terror
Your soul cringing
Death lurks
You see him in the set of my eyes
One peep bitch...you die
So please don't speak
I want you to suffer
I want you to die inside
Bleed every time I smile at you
Flee inside your mind
Cringing at the thought of my arms around you
Why do I do this?
Because I'd started to look forward to you
Because I had lowered my self
Disappointed my selves
So, bloodied and exhausted
I leave you to your pain
I leave you to think on this
All this stemmed
From that fucking moment of bliss
All this is for you
My
Dear
Loving
Fucking
Sister

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